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	There was a digital grunt from Fox in response to HQ's reply. <<[color=6ecff6]Copy that, Pandora.[/color]>> The young man paused for a moment, listening to the Chief continue, speaking up again once they'd finished. <<[color=6ecff6]Is it just going to be us on this boarding action or will we be flying escort for a ground team?[/color]>> Not waiting for an answer, he refocused on his self-appointed task at hand. A few quick system inputs later, the [i]Outrider's[/i] computer system began compiling a full error report. With all of his Raven drones now safely stowed away, the young man gave the battlefield one last look over.

	Noting Stel's awkward departure and lack of combat action, Fox frowned slightly. The [i]Michael[/i] was clearly an impressive and complicated piece of engineering with a completely green pilot. The latter of which was a problem they'd need to fix, and fast. Someone was going to need to teach the Plutonian how to fight, Fox mused, and that someone should definitely be somebody other than himself.

	Wracking his brain, Fox went through what he could remember of his fellow pilot's dossiers. Himself and Kon were both bad ideas for obvious reasons. There was Colonel Brusilov, but the old marine might be a bit too heavy-handed of a solution. Gypsy was too much of a wildcard to be a reliable option... But Volana wasn't. Skilled enough to probably be a good teacher, the Cytherean was about the same age and build Stel. Someone similar enough to make for an easy connection but skilled enough to be taken seriously as a teacher. And perhaps most importantly, Volana was level-headed and confident without being overbearing.

	Mentally filing that thought away, Fox's attention settled on Halim's Casket, the mass-produced Orbital pulling more than a few old memories out of the harsh depths of his mind. Noting a slight listing in the Casket's stance, a result of having spent too many years fighting with and against CSC Orbitals, the young man's face hardened in concern when he realized that the former BTF pilot hadn't sounded off yet. Pushing the [i]Outrider [/i]into motion, the Exo-Frame skipped across the dune tops as it rapidly closed distance with the Casket. Aggressively forcing himself to remember Halim's BTF number, Fox adjusted his voice down a couple of octaves and hardened his tone. <<[color=7ea7d8]BTF-unit AGL-001, Status report. Now.[/color]>> Fox snapped off over comms, his synthetic voice hard and flat.